I say there're no depressed words just depressed minds.
Yesterday's just a memory, tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be.
She took off her wheel, took off her bell, took off her wig, said, how do I smell? I hot footed it barenaked out the window.
Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues; you can tell by the way she smiles.
Keep a good head and always carry a light bulb.
Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall.